Dearest, let these roses In their purity, Be a present symbol Of my love for thee.
Underneath the blossom Thorns are sure to grow; Take heed lest you touch them, They would pain you so!
Ah! my faults like thorns are, But cannot they be Hidden 'neath the flower Of my love for thee?
And though I am nowhere as close as I would want tobe with my Love, my love couldn't be any stronger.I Love You Valerie.